"Puh!" Ah Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with disbelief as he fell to the ground, glaring at his opponent.
Five men quickly approached, all raising their knives ready to end his life.
At this critical moment, a packet of medicine powder suddenly scattered over them, the men in black completely unprepared, inhaling it all.
Then, a clear and gentle voice reached their ears, "You rest for a moment. I'll handle the rest."
Ah Mo looked up and saw that delicate and petite figure, as if seeing a savior, "Doctor Shao... Doctor Shao, thank you..."
"No need to be polite, hurry and treat your wounds!" Shao He helped him up and handed him a porcelain bottle, "You are injured now, this is the medicine I specially made to regulate your breath, and there's also a bottle of golden sore medicine."
Ah Mo took the porcelain bottle, opened the lid, and applied the ointment inside to his wound. Instantly, the burning sensation disappeared, replaced by a cool and comfortable feeling.
